Hey guys! Before this chapter starts I want to give a shoutout to my bae PinkManiac626 and her story Playing With Fire, it is a really amazing story and if you haven't read it I suggest you read it or you are missing out!

Kisses,

~AttackOnIzzy

Carl and I sat back to back in his cell which was finally clean, I cringe at the thought of the dirty clothes and not to mention boxers on the floor...

I feel his breathing against my back and I tilt my head back against his, closing my eyes, it is peaceful when he isn't talking.

I try to dose off into slumber but I feel some bobby pins jabbing my head, I should have done a better job at putting them in.

"Uh Carl?"

"-Yes?" He sighs annoyed.

"Can you use your free hand and help me take out my hair, I have bobby pins in my bun and they are jabbing my head!" I exclaim and I turn to him with a pleading look,

"That isn't my problem." He says testing my buttons.

"Fine I don't need your help anyway!" I huff turning back around.

"Then why did you ask?" He says and I can tell he is smirking at me. I restrain from jabbing a bobby pin in his eye. I use my only free hand and yank the bobby pins out of my hair, my long ponytail hits my back and I struggle to pull it out of my hair. Once it is out my

head feels good being free from its tight bun. I run my hand through my hair and rummage through my bag for my comb.

"Carl, I really can't comb both sides of my hair with one hand!" I whine once I have combed down one side of my long hair, struggling to comb the other side.

"Do I have to?" He complains and I glare at him, jabbing the comb at his chest and we are now turned face to face.

I never got a good look at his face, he has piercing blue eyes and his hair is in desperate need of a haircut. You can see that he is beginning to get facial hair on his slim face, he doesn't look bad?

Carl's POV (A/N holy shat another pov!?)

I never got a good look at her face before, freckles decorated her face in orangey patches, she had a heavy amount of freckles, not just a few. The orange dots contrasted nicely with her pale face. She had forrest green eyes and copper orange hair, that was really long, I mean LONG! You could never tell how long her hair way because it was always up, how do you manage this long if hair in an apocalypse!?

She was really pretty, doesn't mean I like her or anything!? Pff! 'But...her lips look so perfect and her eyes hold such mystery-'...'NO! No horomones! You are supposed to hate her!' I mentally scold myself.

"Uh, thanks for all the help with my hair...but can you stop staring at me? You stopped combing my hair like 3 minutes ago..." Blake says and I snap out of my trance, blushing a bit.

"Sorry I was thinking about you could play connect the dots with the freckles of yours!" I play it off and she frowns and turns away from me. I do the same and frown as well, mentally slapping myself.

We sit for what feels like forever, I stay up and wait for my dad to come back safely.

Eventually I hear voices walking down the hall, I perk up when I see my dad, Michonne, and Daryl in the doorway holding bags.

"Carl, I could only find 2 comic books, i'm not sure if you have them or not, also I got an 8oz pudding can, not 12oz but it's close." Michonne says, Blake and I get up and head to the cell door and I use my free hand to grab my goods.

"And for Miss Blake, here is a plastic bag of clothes, I grabbed more than I thought I would, it's like I was shopping for someone, I got a bit carried away!" Michonne exclaims chuckling and Blake chuckles to giving Michonne a half hug with her free arm, accepting the bag.

"Uh speaking of clothes, how are we supposed to get changed?" Blake asks and it occurs to me that this wouldn't be possible with handcuffs on.

"After I drop off the rest of the stuff I will send Michonne back to unlock you two and let you get changed but you two can't leave the room and will be cuffed again once you are done." Rick says and Blake's eyes go wide.

"W-we have to change in the same room" I choke out and Blake blushes.

My dad just walks away and chuckle to himself with Michonne and Daryl.

"You dare peek while i'm changing!" Blake snaps turning towards me, pointing her finger at my chest.

"Wouldn't dream of it! Same goes for you princess!" I sneer and push her finger off my chest rudely, looking at her up and down. Her jaw drops and she smacks me, hard.

"Don't make fun of me!" She yelps crossing her hands over her small chest.

"How old are you? 11?" I say laughing and her face goes red, she smacks me again.

This time it doesn't only hurt more but I feel every ounce of emotion behind it and her face falls.

"I'm fifteen." She whispers turning away, sniffling.

'Shit she's crying now!' I mentally slap my self a million times.

I want to say i'm sorry but I can't bring myself to.

We sit in the same position as earlier, waiting for Michonne to free us for a short amount of time.

"Damn, I can feel the gate radiating off you two!" Michonne exclaims walking into our cell, a small key in her hands.

We both stand up and Blake wipes her eyes, which are red and blotchy.

Michonne unlocks her first and she yanks her hands away from mine as fast as she can.

"Turn around." She snaps and shuffles through the bag Michonne gave her, I hear her change and force myself to look at the cracked wall.

"Damn it feels good to have that thing off!" Blake says to Michonne an she laughs.

"Wire pop out?" Michonne asks.

"Yeah, hurt like a bitch."

"I will throw it out for you, Carl you can turn around now." Michonne says and I see Michonne holding a bloodly baby blue bra, Blake is now wearing a red life guard hoodie and some black cotton short shorts, damn even her legs are freckled all over. Blake turns around now and starts to tie her hair up and Michonne turns around letting me change.

I change into some new boxers, and some comfy sweatpants. I finish off with a black marvel muscle tee and let everyone know i'm done.

"I know as much as you kids will hate me for this I need to lock you two up again." I groan and Blake has horror written on her face.

"Please no! Why can't this sick game of Rick's end, we aren't ever get along!" Blake pleads and Michonne shakes her head no grabbing her hand and then mine, I can see Blake's eyes go dark.

"Sorry kids, goodnight." Michonne says walking away.

"I hate you." Blake says and I turn to her sharply.

"I hate you too tiny tits! You are just a bitch to everyone, you think your so special, boohoo! You are just a baby! You can't even eat with the rest of the group! I should have just let you die out in the woods! I'm going to bed and you aren't sharing MY bunk with me!" I yell at her and she flinches. I drag her over towards my bed and I lay down, facing away from the door, she just sits on the floor against the bed and buries her head in her knees.

I feel her breathing good ragged from trying to contain her sobs but I ignore them and drift into a deep sleep.

Carol's POV

I walk to my cell when I hear sobs coming from Carl's cell and I rush over peering in, careful so that no one in the cell sees me.

Sure enough Carl is sleeping with his back to the door and Blake is sitting on the floor, trying to contain sobs, violently trying to pull her hand out of the cuffs.

I notice her wrists are bleeding from the cuffs and she lets a heart wrenching sob escape.

"I want to die."

"Why couldn't have he let me die out there!"

"I want to be with mom and dad!" I hear her scream to herself and my heart breaks.

I rush to Rick's cell, entering without even knocking.

"How long is this sick game between Carl and Blake going to go on!" I whisper harshly at him and his head snaps up to me.

"Until they get along! They are apart of a group, a team, they need to start acting like it!" Rick says sternly.

"It's not like we are handcuffing you to the Governor until you two get along!" I hiss and he stands up facing me.

"The Governor isn't apart of our group!" Rick yells and I cross my arms over my chest.

"Come see for yourself!" I exclaim dragging him to Carl's cell where Blake's wrists are getting worse and worse.

"What the hell happened between the two!" Rick hisses.

"I heard Carl screaming at her, they must have fought." I say and Rick shakes his head.

"Maybe Carl's right maybe I am a bitch, a bitch with no chest who should just die!" We hear her cry and Rick whips out the key and quietly enters the cell.

"Blake, shhh, shhh, do you really want to be away from Carl?" I ask and she looks up, nodding her head in between sobs.

"How about Carol wraps up your wrist and you get to bed." Rick says and Blake nods again, hicupping.

Rick unlocks the poor girl and I help her up, taking her to the kitchen to wrap up her wrist, it is so late no one is in the kitchen and I silently wrap up Blake's wrist.

"Let's get you back to your cell." I say calmly and she nods, following me down the cellblock.

Once she lays down in her bunk she curls up in a ball and I kneel beside the bed.

"For the record honey, I don't think your a bitch, and who cares if you have a chest or not, you aren't stuck in a prison in the middle of an apocalypse to impress Carl Grimes. Rick was wrong to try and force you guys to get along like that, get some sleep, you look exhausted." I say rubbing her head and she nods, closing her eyes, I stay till her breathing evens and she falls asleep.

I head out of her cell and see Daryl waiting for me.

"She reminds me of Sophia a bit, if Sophia were older." I whisper and he puts an arm around my back as we walk down the hallway.

"You make a good mom around here, for everyone." He replies and I lean against him.

(A/N oo oo got some Caryl action right there, I wonder what kind of beating Carl will get in the morning!)